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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
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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.