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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.