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 Montenegro 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.