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 Antigua 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.