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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.