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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.