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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.