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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The Fall,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.