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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.