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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.