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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.