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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.