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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.