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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
UT,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.