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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.