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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Model 500,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.