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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the dance 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.