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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.