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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.