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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.