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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Slave,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.