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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.