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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.