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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.