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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Nico,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.