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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.