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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.