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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.