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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.