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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.