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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.