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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.