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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.