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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.