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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.