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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Nico,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.