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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.