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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Q65,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.