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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.