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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.