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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.