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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Visage,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.