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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Can,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.