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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Seeds to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.