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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Fear,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.