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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.