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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.