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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.