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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.