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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
UT,
Hoover,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.