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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.