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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.