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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.