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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.