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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.