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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.