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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.