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 Sri Lanka 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Nas to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Scion,
The Move,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.