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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.