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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.