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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.