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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Brick,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.