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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.