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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Rekid to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Niagra,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.