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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.