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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Magazine to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Magma,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Skarface,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.