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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
ABC,
Wire,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.