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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.