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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Franke,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.