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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Real Kids to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.