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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.