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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.