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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.