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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Wings,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.