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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.