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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Lyres,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.