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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Pole,
Whodini,
The Standells,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.