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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.