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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
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.