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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.