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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Durutti Column to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.