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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.