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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.