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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 Niagra 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
UT,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.