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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.