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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.