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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.