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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Magazine,
Franke,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.