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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.