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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.