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 Papua New Guinea 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.