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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.