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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.