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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.