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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.