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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.