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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.