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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
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 harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
CMW,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Television,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.