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 Thailand 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.