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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.