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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Technova,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.