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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.