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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.