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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.