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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.