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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.