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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.