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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.