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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.