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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Visage,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.