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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.