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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.