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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.