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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.