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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.