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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
UT,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.