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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.