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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.