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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.