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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
X-101,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.