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 Zambia and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Associates to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.