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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.