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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.