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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.