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 Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.