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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.