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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.