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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Nico,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.