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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.