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 Ghana 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.