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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.