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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Nas to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.