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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
ABC,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.