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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.