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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.