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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.