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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Index,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.