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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.