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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Hood 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.