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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.