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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Mars,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.