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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Wire,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.