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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.