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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Television,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.