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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.