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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.