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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.