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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
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LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.