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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.