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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Rosa Yemen 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 the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.