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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Gun Club to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.