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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.