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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.