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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.