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 Lebanon 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.