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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Liliput,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.