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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.