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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Gong,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Monks,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.