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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.