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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.