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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Index,
CMW,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.