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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
the Swans,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.