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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.