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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.