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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.