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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.