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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Mars,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.