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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
UT,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.