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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.