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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.