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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.