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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.