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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.