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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.