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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.