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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Crime,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.