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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.