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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.