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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
UT,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.