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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.