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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.