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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Index,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.