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 Egypt 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.