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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.