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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '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 Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.