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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.