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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Main Source,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.