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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Symarip,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.