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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Can,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.