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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.