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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.