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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Television,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.