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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Smog,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.