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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Cymande,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Cluster,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.