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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.