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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.