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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.