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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
The Index,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.