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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Slave,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.