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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.