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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Fugazi,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.