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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.