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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.