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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.