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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.