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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.