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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.