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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.