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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.