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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Magma,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
X-101,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.