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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Index,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.