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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.