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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.