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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.