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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.