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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Sound 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.