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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.