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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.