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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.