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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.