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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.