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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Make Up,
Crime,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
The Index,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.