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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.