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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Nico,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.