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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.