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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Can,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.