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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 Lagos and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.