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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
cv313,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
ABBA,
Gong,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.