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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.