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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.