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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.