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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.