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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Wire,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.