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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.