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 Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.