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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.