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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Slave,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.