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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.