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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 Accra and Accra.
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 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.