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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Skriet 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.