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 Cuba 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.