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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.