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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.