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 Belgium and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.