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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.