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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.