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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the rock 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.