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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.