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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.