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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
The Wake,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.