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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.