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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Wings,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.