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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 UT to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.