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 Eritrea 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.