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 Philippines 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.