Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.