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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.