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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.