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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Television,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.