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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.