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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Remains to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.