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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Hashim,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.