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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.