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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.