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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.