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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.