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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.