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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec 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?
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.