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 New Zealand 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.