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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.