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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Wings,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.