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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.