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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.