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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.