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 Chad and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.