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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.