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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pretty Things to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Magma,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.