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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.