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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.