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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.