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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.