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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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?
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.