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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.