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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Television,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.