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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.