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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.