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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.