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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Gong,
MC5,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.