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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.