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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.