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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Japan,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.