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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.