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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Q65,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.