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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.