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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.