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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
The Human League,
ABC,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.