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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.