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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.