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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.