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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.