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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.