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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.