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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.