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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.