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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.