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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.