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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.