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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.