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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.