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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Crime,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.