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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Nico,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Ronan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.