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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.