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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.