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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Ronan,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.