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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.