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 Andorra and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.