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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.