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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.