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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Television,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.