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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Franke,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.