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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.