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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.