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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Gong,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.