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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.