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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Organ,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.