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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Clear Light,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.