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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lalann,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.