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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
MDC,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.