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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.