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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Nico,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Swans,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.