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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.