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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Japan to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.