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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Audionom,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.