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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.