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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Can,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Skaos,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.