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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.