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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.