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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Skriet,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.