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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.