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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.