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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 808 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.