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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.