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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.