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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.