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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.