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 Oman 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.