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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
The Index,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.