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 Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.