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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.