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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.