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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.