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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.