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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.