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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Q65,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.