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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
UT,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.