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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Sound,
Magma,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.