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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.