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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Skatalites to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.