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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.