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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.