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 Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.