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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.