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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.