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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.