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 Taiwan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.