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 Indonesia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lungfish to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.