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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Television,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.