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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Motions,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.