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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.