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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.