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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.