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 Bahrain 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Suicide,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.