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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.