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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.