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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Fear,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.