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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.