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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Television,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.