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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.