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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
The Monks,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.