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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Smog to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Organ,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.