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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.