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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.