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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.