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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Monks 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Cymande,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.