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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.