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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.