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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.