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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Technova to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.