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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Mars,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
JFA,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.