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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.