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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo 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?
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Scion,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.