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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-101 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
The Motions,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.