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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.