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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
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.