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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.