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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Wings,
a-ha,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Ronan,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.