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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.