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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.