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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
the Association,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.