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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Gong,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.