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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Television,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Technova,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.