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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.