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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.