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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.