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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Pop Group to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.