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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.