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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.