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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.