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 Grenada 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.