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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Franke,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.