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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.