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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Index,
UT,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.