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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.