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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.