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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Aswad,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.