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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.