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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.