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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.