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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.