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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
ABC,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
UT,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.