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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.