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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.