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 Albania 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
The Move,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.