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 Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.