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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Nico,
UT,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.