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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.