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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.