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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.