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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.