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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.