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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Kayak to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Nas,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.