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 Marshall Islands 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.