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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.