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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
X-102,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.