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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.