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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.