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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.