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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Scan 7 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Brick,
Television,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.