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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster 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?
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.