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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.