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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.