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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.