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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 harpsichord 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.