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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.