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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Can,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.