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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Faust,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.