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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.