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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.