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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.