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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.