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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Japan,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Wire,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.