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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Visage,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.