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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
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 Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.