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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.