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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.