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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Dead C,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Wire,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.