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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.