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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.