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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.