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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.