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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.