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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.