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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
The Monks,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.