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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
MC5,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.