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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Index,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Fear,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.