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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.