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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.