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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.