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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.