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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.