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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Magma,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.