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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.