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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Index,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.