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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.