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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Symarip 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.