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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.