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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.