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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Q65,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.