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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Moody Blues to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.