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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.