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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.