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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Flipper,
New Order,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.