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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
PIL,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Smog,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.