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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.