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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Nas,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.