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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.