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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
The Sound,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.