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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.