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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Happenings to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.