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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.