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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.