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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.