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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Can,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Liliput,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.