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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.