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 Lesotho 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.