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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.