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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 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 David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.