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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.