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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.