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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.