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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.