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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.