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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.