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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.