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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '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 Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.