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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.