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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Darondo,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.