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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.