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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.