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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.