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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.