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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.